This morning’s story from BASS of the Century was “The Resemblance Between a Violin Case and a Coffin,” by Tennessee Williams, 1951, from Flair. Gorgeous coming-of-age story, a metafiction, told to the reader openly by the writer as he grapples with the telling of it. First love and lust is given a holiness and this is also a fraught story of siblings, divided by the chasm of adolescence, the older sister maturing before the younger brother who adores her.

“And it was then, about that time, that I began to find life unsatisfactory as an explanation of itself and was forced to adopt the method of the artist of not explaining but putting the blocks together in some other way that seems more significant to him. Which is a rather fancy way of saying I started writing.”

I’d say MUCH more about this story, but don’t have time this morning. It’s beautiful and moving and another story I will continue to study. I recall what Williams said of his plays, that they were “emotionally biographical,” and I’ve carried that with me in my own writing.